Sunday 8th June 

Softly painted 
Skies of grey 
Carry secrets 
Of the day 

Gentle breezes 
Drift so wide 
Holding thoughts 
That softly glide 

Amidst the blur 
Where feelings blend 
Hope and memories 
Can extend 

Together weaving 
Thread and seam 
In this twilight 
We can but dream 

Love you so much 
Treasured sons 
Beloved Mum 
xxxxx